You
can take the motorcycle chick out of the club, but she’ll always come back.

When
her momma saddled her with a name like Ever, she didn’t have a prayer of a
normal life. Mix in a motorcycle club and a lot of rough adoptive fathers, and
Ever is raised not to take any flack. Five years ago she battled her way out of
the Life, got a degree and a good job. The only thing that would bring her back
to Heller’s Gap and within range of her ex is revenge.

Jamison’s
motorcycle club doesn’t live, breathe, and ride for drugs and guns, unless
they’re fighting to uncover the roots of the crimes. After years of watching
his friends and loved ones die, Jamison’s only desire is to stop more of the
trade from coming into Heller’s Gap. At least until he gets an eye—and
hand—full of the redheaded vixen, Ever.

In
spite of the world she hates, Ever can’t stay away from the god dressed in
black leather. When he discovers she’s practically MC royalty, and that she’s
being hunted by her ex and his gang, Jamison’s instincts to protect rev to new
speeds. He’d do just about anything to keep her, even help her get the revenge
she craves…if it doesn’t break him first.

EXCERPT

The
instant he walked into The Gearhead bar, she knew it. Chatter stuttered to a
stop, and the cover band seemed to trip on the beat. Without looking over her
shoulder, Ever felt Jamison’s heavy stare.

A
shiver raced down her spine, but she managed to keep from contorting into a
strange shape on the barstool. Jamison Montgomery. Hell, even his name had
serious swagger.

Gripping
her glass, she stared at the green contents. Sex with an Alligator was her
drink of choice, which had amused the hell out of Jamison from the very
beginning. Ever hitched her boot heel on the stool rung and tried not to
squirm.

From
the corner of her eye she glimpsed the man who stopped every lady—and quite a
few men—in their tracks. Six-foot-two with a chiseled chest that served as a
fine pillow. Not that she’d admit it to anyone.

The
pretty bartender leaned across the polished surface. “Wow, look at him. I bet a
girl could ride him to Sturgis and back.”

As if
she didn’t know exactly who the brunette referred to, Ever glanced around. And
instantly regretted it.

Jamison’s
deep hazel gaze latched onto her like a motorhead attached himself to a
restored Harley. Ever’s skin broke out in goose bumps at the sight of the same
five o’clock shadow that had burned her skin so deliciously not twelve hours
ago.

She
clenched her knees together and took a slug of the green drink that tasted like
a sour apple hard candy.

“Do you
know who that is?” the bartender asked.

Barely
turning her head, Ever tried not to let him catch her gaze again, but damn if
he wasn’t a professional at it. She let him consume her with his eyes a
heartbeat too long. Then shaking her head, she dragged her gaze away from his
ruggedly beautiful face and tried to play it cool. “Just some dirtbag.”

Her
drawl was Deep South even to her own ears—something Jamison had commented on.
That and her name. There weren’t a lot of girls named Ever on the big blue ball
they called Earth. When explaining her name, she always claimed her mother had
named her this, because given a choice, she’d never, ever get pregnant again.

Three
stools down, the scrape of metal legs on the dusty wood floor made Ever’s skin
prickle. Anything the man touched or looked at turned her into runny grits. The
bartender smoothed her hands over her perfectly trim hips before bouncing down
to take his order.

“What
can I get ya tonight, loverboy?”

“Double
of Jack.” When he spoke, his gritty tone ignited Ever. Too well she recalled
him calling her baby in the same voice, sounding as if he’d swallowed gaskets
and chased them with moonshine.

Ever’s
fists clenched with fresh need.

She’d
regretted coming back to this Podunk town where she’d spent too many years as
someone’s wife. Then the purdiest man in the state of Alabama had wandered
through the door.

Too bad
he was not a cowboy. Or a banker. A post office worker. Hell, she’d prefer a
sewer employee over another man wearing leather and sporting too much
horsepower.

She
shifted in her seat, aware of Jamison’s gaze. She didn’t dare turn her head
because her face would light up like the Fourth of July. With a complexion like
hers, she had little control over her blushes.

“I’ve
gotta use the lady’s room. Save my drink.” Ever’s mutter to the waitress didn’t
go unnoticed by Mr. Tight Jeans. She didn’t get halfway down the corridor
leading to the restrooms when leather and earthy aftershave overwhelmed her.

He
grabbed her elbow and whirled her. Her back struck the wall, but he slid a hand
behind her in time to cushion the impact. As Jamison leaned in, breath minty
and lips inviting as hell, she panted for control.

“Just
some dirtbag, huh?”

He was
dressed to kill in those dark jeans, his motorcycle club T-shirt, and a black
leather vest that fitted to every muscled inch of his torso. Ever’s knees
sagged, and he trapped her more firmly against the wall.

Dipping
his head, he nuzzled her throat. She sucked in a harsh breath and fought the
urge to twist her fingers into his leather cut and yank him down. The memory of
those heated lips gliding over her flesh was almost too much to bear.

“Was I
just some dirtbag to you last night?”

“Y-yes.”
Her whisper was a lie, and they both knew it. God, how was she going to
continue to resist this man? Every nerve ending in her body begged for his
callused touch. But no, she had too much to lose.

Going
back to the Life wasn’t an option. She’d busted her ass to break free of the
world of guns, drugs, and anything on two wheels.

In the
background the band struck a new song, the drummer a little too enthusiastic.
Heller’s Gap had never been known for its musical talent, but someone had to
keep couples revolving on The Gearhead’s dance floor.

What
the hell had she been thinking to even come into a biker bar? Old habits would
kill her in the end.

Love Ties was one hell of a ride and
gave new meaning to bad-ass motorcycle club. Jamison, VP of the Hell’s Sons MC
and Ever, born and bred member of the Dark Raiders MC ignited the pages of the
e-reader as they traversed the darker side of cycle clubs and the nefarious
ways in which they made their living.

The seedy
underbelly of the world of drugs, crime and gangs was well-developed and told
through the eyes of a MC that walked the fine line between criminal and
upstanding citizen. Ms. Petrova did
not gloss over the world of a MC, well-researched, but strategically placed the
correct nuances where they needed to be.

Em Petrova took what would be
considered a sinister lifestyle, and wove a tale of intrigue and love in the
face of ever-present dangers. After escaping the Dark Raiders and faking her
own death, Ever was once again drawn into the life when she spotted Jamison at
a local Hell’s Sons bar. Immediately attracted to the man in his MC cut, Ever
was powerless to walk away from him, as was Jamison to her.

The secondary characters
kept my attention as much as Jamison and Ever, as each of them had an
important role to fill in the story line, including a motorcycle-riding dog.

Flames erupted
when the two united from their first encounter to the end of the book. The sex
was sizzling and created its own genre of orgasmic heaven!

As a new reader
to MC-style books, Ms. Petrova has
collared a fan. Love Ties was
energetic, fast-paced and smokin’ hot. Club
Ties series is on this reviewers radar.

Definite S.E.X.

A five handcuff
review

AUTHOR BIO

Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where
she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are
hardworking heroes--in bed and out--and she is known for panty-scorching erotic
romance.

A Few Extras.....

What would you have done differently if
you were the main character of your book?

Take control
sooner, but that doesn’t make for a good book, right?

What was your inspiration behind this
book?

My publisher challenged
me to write a motorcycle club book because I have the right kind of voice for
it. Turns out that there’s a place for my dirty, truck driver’s mouth after
all!

Why did you become a writer?

I’ve been writing since I was 12 years
old and haven’t been able to stop the voices in my head since then. I hope they
never shut up.

Do you have a favorite author or
authors?

Anne Rice,
Stephen King, Dickens, Louisa May Alcott

Do you like to write your books in a continuing
series?

Yes, if the story needs to be told.
I don’t believe in writing more in a successful series in order to push out
more books, though.

If you could date any character from
any book, who would it be and why?

Of course I
would jump on the back of Jamison’s bike and wrap myself around his tattooed
body in a heartbeat! I hope you love him too.

What kinds of books do you like to read
in your spare time?

Spare time? Oh, the few minutes I get
at night when the house is silent and the dog has all 4 paws thrust into the
air and her tongue lolling out? During that time, I usually pick up literary
fiction. I don’t often read in my own genre.

As a reader and writer I think it is
important to get to know your fans and make a connection with them as an author
who takes the extra step to hear what their fans think and want in their
continued writing is continued success and key to selling more books .Do you
agree with that?

Yes, I do,
but I also believe in going with my gut instinct. If I feel the world needs a
book because the story must be told, I write it. The passion will always shine
through and engage readers.

Do you cry when writing sad
scenes?

Never, but
that doesn’t mean I don’t ache.

Did you have a Cover Designer?

If the book is through a
publisher, they provide cover art. For my self-published works, I use Fantasia
Frog Designs. She’s lovely to work with and a fabulous artist!

Who is your fictional boyfriend or
girlfriend crush?

Right now I’m
crushing hard on the next characters in my book, Heart Ties, book 2 of this
series. Drake and Delta are both tough, tattooed, and determined to save each
other.

If you were able to dine and have a one
on one with your favorite writer/author who would it be?

All the time! I’m re-reading Outlander
for about the 20th time right now.

Do you ever get in a reading slump like
your readers do?

Honestly, I read so much for work that
words look like a chore to me. I’d love to tell you I devour 5 books a week,
but the fact is, I’m lucky to finish a book per month. I like to drive my
children all over the county to baseball/softball/dance/music lessons for
down-time. *grin*

What is the funniest book you ever
read?

I adored
Bridget Jones’s Diary. So many of the lines and circumstances will ring true
for the rest of one’s life.

PLAYLIST

Please share
your favorite songs you listen to when you are writing:

With Love
Ties, I needed a grittier playlist and my happy country tunes I write my
cowboys to weren’t cutting it. Here’s a hint of what I was listening to: